What to do now? Put the thing back and pretend nothing happened, or take a look at what it is, being tucked away by the man so carefully, as if he was afraid that others would find out...

Zhouchuan stood outside the door, like the King of Hell, Chuli's heart was beating and always felt that he was about to reveal some big secret... After hesitation, despite his curiosity, he still didn't look at those things. She chose to bend down and pick up the draft papers scattered all over the floor, and even prevent her eyes from glancing at the fragmented contents of the text on the papers-

It should be a novel.

It must be the novel...

But when is Zhou Chuan still writing novels on manuscript paper? If you look closely at these papers, it will turn yellow and crispy. It should be a while.

So it was a novel written by Zhouchuan before? A novel written by his student days. When did he mention it before? When he was in high school, he did have the habit of writing novels on manuscript paper during class... So it was the manuscript of "Oriental Evils"?

However, on the manuscript, there are "she" and "he" all over the article, and there are not many female characters in the Oriental Essay Records-

“…”

In my ears was the continuous knocking of the door. Chuli stood in the middle of the study, holding a thick stack of draft paper. The next second, Chuli was frightened by the thought that suddenly flashed into her mind: Could this be the legendary teacher Zhouchuan’s real work.?

Holding the manuscript paper, Chu Li narrowed her eyes slightly in surprise - Zhou Chuan's debut female work, all of which were torn and burned in the stories he mentioned. Chu Li deeply remembered that she was quite a pity at that time...

The answer was in her hands, Chu Li was so curious that she was about to die.

But I can't see it.

Can't watch it!!!

Respect the landlord and beware of sweeping out!!!

Chu Li roared in her heart and was still motionless on the surface. She listened to the man walking away and turning back, and the key was twisted and made a "click" sound; she watched the door be pushed open by the man, and the retro long-handled key was still in the man's hand. The door was pushed open a little, and the tall figure walked into the study: "Are you okay? Go to sleep honestly when you are drunk, I thought you-"

The man couldn't finish his words.

The next second, his attention was completely attracted by the stack of draft paper in Chu Li's hand... At this time, Chu Li's mind was a little dizzy. She raised the stack of draft paper in her hand with both hands: "I didn't stand firm just now, so I just held it up. A book fell off the bookshelf, and there were a lot of draft paper scattered inside - is it yours?"

...of course.

At this moment, the expression on Zhou Chuan's face was like seeing Chu Li open his wardrobe and take out his underwear one by one and put it on his head.

The entire study room was instantly in an indescribable silence.

"Did you see it?"

The man did not take the manuscript immediately. He just stood by the door holding the key, with no unnecessary expression on his face... Chu Li was so nervous that she was watching. She began to regret why she had to drink so much wine tonight. Now she was weak. She raised her hand with the manuscript paper, trying to put it down, but she didn't dare-

Anyway, it's a bit embarrassing.

"I didn't see it. Actually, I really want to see it, but I'm afraid you don't want to show it to others... If you want to show it to others, you won't hide it, it's so well."

The tongue was not flexible, Chu Li's tongue was knotted, her eyes were hanging down, and she glanced uneasily, so she inevitably saw the top piece of manuscript paper in her hand, a sword box-like thing drawn next to the manuscript paper. She suddenly felt familiar: a long time ago, when Chu Li went into the study to find a ID card for Zhou Chuan, she seemed to have seen something very similar on the manuscript paper...

But what I saw on the manuscript that time was more exquisite than this casual graffiti version.

——In other words, within at least half a year, Zhouchuan had thought about these things.

"Teacher," she raised her head and looked at Zhou Chuan carefully, "This is what you told me, before "The Book of the Oriental Evils", is your real debut work?"

Chu Li finished her words, and then she was surprised to find that the man standing in front of her showed a very unfamiliar expression - indifference, disgust, impatient for all existence, including himself, and the coldness of the coldness of the deep winter and evening snow in her eyes.

"...It has nothing to do with you," Chuchuan stretched out his hand, took the stack of draft paper, stuffed it back into the book that originally stored them, and then put the book back on the bookshelf, "Don't touch the things in my study."

He never said before that things in Chuli were not allowed to move the study.

He even crossed his legs on the sofa and directed her to go to the study to find this and that. When the gift could not be found, he would ask her to "open every corner and look for it"...

"But didn't you say they have been destroyed? They are still there? Have you saved it? A few months ago, I saw a totem of lovesickness on a draft in your study. Teacher, are you--"

"no."

“If you still want—”

"I don't want to."

Chu Li is like a drowning man who caught driftwood. For a moment, she suddenly felt that she had really come into contact with something very profound - a person, the original intention of writing, the thoughts he wanted to express at first, the world he wanted to depict, and the one he wanted to describe, and the one he still misses...

She wants to know.

If a thing can be played for more than a few years, it may or may be able to impress readers.

Chu Li followed Zhou Chuan, watching him bent down and pick up the remaining manuscript paper from the ground and sort it out... When the man bent down and sorted it out, Chu Li held his knees, squatted down, squatted beside him, and whispered: "Can you show me the manuscript?"

The man was about to pick up a piece of paper and paused. He turned his head and looked at Chu Li: "Who is his identity?"

When she spoke, the two faces were very close... Chu Li could almost smell the faint coffee bean air on the man's body. This smell almost swallowed the alcoholic breath on her body. She felt the alcohol walking towards her head again. She slowly closed her eyes and bit her lower lip: "Whatever you said is what identity is."

Editing is also good.

It's good for friends.

Or something else—

In the darkness, she felt the man's eyes turn around her face twice. After a long time, he said lightly: "No."

"...Your serial outline has not been decided yet, because we all know that those outlines are not your best choice at the moment," Chu Li frowned slightly. "Instead of swaying and not knowing what to write next and delaying, why do you ignore a person who has been there for a long time and you have been thinking about it for a long time-"

“Because I don’t need to be rejected again.”

The man's emotional voice recalled.

Chu Li's words came to an abrupt end and were stunned.

"Because of your curiosity, I took it to see it, and then smiled and said: It's true that they are all very ancient things, and the content is too old-fashioned and boring. The teacher should write something else," said Chuchuan, "My father had already said this to me ten years ago, so, sorry, I don't want to listen to it again."

“…”

"I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as you imagined. I'm afraid of something." The man finally had an expression. He slowly smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. He stared at Chu Li's eyes, "Don't touch it again, aren't you drunk? Just think it's just a dream."

At the end of the words, there was a gentleness and caution hidden under his cold face, which he himself had not noticed.

"I will give it to you another one around the New Year."

The man said, straightened his waist and stood up first.

The shadow cast by the tall figure completely enveloped her-

The warmth on his body when he just returned home was pulled away from his body, and the cold air in the study seemed to spread from the soles of his feet through slippers to his heart... He looked at the person standing in front of him putting down the draft paper, then turned around and passed by her without saying a word, and walked out of the study. From beginning to end, he stopped saying a word, nor looked at her again.

The room was terriblely quiet.

——Just like Chu Li accidentally touched some forbidden spell, revealing the truth about the secret of God...

Finally awakened the real Chuchuan.

He can laugh and tease the messy ideas in his articles with others;

He could change those weird things to normal under the threat of the editor;

He can write wonderful plots that make many people applaud their hands;

He can make a point of making up his own typos;

He can make his editor angry, or immediately take on his own responsibilities when the editor needs help;

He can create countless classic characters that people can’t forget;

He is a qualified popular bestselling author.

At the same time, he resisted from the bottom of his heart—

Resist and share with anyone.

Just when he tried to do this for the first time, he was rejected. From that day on, the wound did not heal over time but gradually worsened and penetrated into the bone marrow.

Then, there is the current Zhouchuan.

“…”

Chu Li held back the heavy pain in her head, and stood up with the study table. She looked at the direction the man left, and the corridor was pitch black...

Her hand rubbed on the ground and grabbed two unconsciously. When she touched the corner of the table, she suddenly paused. Her palms tightened, and Chu Li was silently frozen there for a while... Until a moment later, she slowly spread her palms, and a wrinkled manuscript paper was already wet with sweat in her palms.

An original manuscript that was accidentally forgotten.

Chu Li licked her lower lip, which was a little dry because she was just lost, carefully spread the forgotten manuscript paper, folded it, and then put it in her pocket properly, and moved it gently, as if it was Chu Chuan himself—

It seemed as if I was afraid that a heavy move would disturb him.

A glass-hearted actor teacher.

The clam shell refused to open, and she would never speak even when she encountered boiling water. It didn't matter. As long as it was still alive, she had to wait obediently. She would pry it herself - she would open the door, open the window, and force him out of the dark corner and stand in the sun.

No matter what he thinks, she is wishful thinking—

She will defeat his inner demon.

If you can't do this, why do you keep saying you like it?

...

Chu Li walked out of the study door with the wall, which was even more embarrassing than when he hurriedly entered the study room. At this moment, the living room was empty, and a glass of steaming milk was placed on the table. Chu Li walked over and sniffed it like a dog, then took a sip and found that sweet honey was also placed inside.

After drinking the milk in one breath, he looked at a tightly closed door. Chu Li returned to his room and opened the window. A cold wind mixed with the unique atmosphere of winter blew in. He sat by the window. Chu Li's head became clearer.

Carefully unfolded the manuscript paper in his arms, Chu Li began to read the content on it carefully, one by one, one sentence - there were about a thousand words on this piece of paper, starting from the cold nose and cold eyes of the male protagonist, holding the knife around the heroine's neck, the first line of the male protagonist is: Where did you hide my sword sheath? My "no reference" clearly felt the resonance of the sword box, hand it over quickly, and spare you forever.

Then, the heroine called the police.
To be continued...